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When spring careen and fresh over the brook and the range rang with bray of burro and whistle of stallion, old Al Auchincloss had been a er The ,The uncle had not been forgotten, but the innuer manifest Beasley had not presented hi confidence day by day, began to believe all that purport of trouble had been exaggerated

In this time she had come to love her work and all that pertained to it The estate was large She had no accurate knowledge of how many acres she owned, but it wasranch-house, set like a fort on the last of the foot-hills, corrals and fields and barns and e beyond, and innued to Helen, to her ever-wondering realization and ever-growing joy Still, she was afraid to let herself go and be perfectly happy Always there was the fear that had been too deep and strong to forget so soon

This bright, fresh , in March, Helen came out upon the porch to revel a little in the warmth of sunshine and the crisp, pine-scented wind that swept down froazeto see, with a folly she realized, if the snow had e For all she could see it had not hed The desert had becoe, growing dark and purple in the distance with vague buttes rising The air was full of sound--notes of blackbirds and the baas of sheep, and blasts froht hoofs on the court below

Bo was riding in from the stables Helen loved to watch her on one of those fiery littleapprehensions ThisHelen Down the lane Car his arms, and Helen at once connected him with Bo's manifest desire to fly away from that particular place Since that day, a month back, when Bo had confessed her love for Carmichael, she and Helen had not spoken of it or of the cowboy The boy and girl were still at odds But this did not worry Helen Bo had changed much for the better, especially in that she devoted herself to Helen and to her work Helen knew that all would turn out well in the end, and so she had been careful of her rather precarious position between these two young firebrands